Anthony woke up to the sound of buzzing.
At first the sound was so low and soft, he really didn’t pay any attention to it. He just turned his head on his pillow and nestled deeper under the sheets.
But then the buzzing got louder.
And louder.
Anthony swatted at the air with a hand, his eyes still closed. How had a fly gotten into his bedroom? But this really didn’t sound like a fly. It sounded more like…
Anthony’s eyes popped open in horror as he realized what the sound was.
“Morning, Ants!”
Sitting on the side of his bed, holding his electric hair clipper in one hand, was Paolo.
“What are you doing in here?” Anthony gasped, scurrying against the headboard of his bed. “And why do you have that thing? I thought we were over our fight.”
“Oh we are, we are,” Paolo said, waving the vibrating clipper. “I just wanted to have a little chat.”
Anthony kept his eyes glued on the hair clipper. “A chat?”
Paolo nodded. “Uh-huh. See, a couple of the guys are coming over tonight. We’re going to have a poker game.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“I want you to make yourself scarce tonight. Disappear. Vanish. I want the place to myself. Go hang out at Paige’s place.”
“I can’t.”
Paolo gave his brother a look of disbelief, lunging with the clipper. “What did you say?!”
Anthony screamed and threw his hands over his head. “Don’t cut my hair! Paige is out of town. She went to her house in the Hamptons. But don’t worry, I won’t hang around tonight. I swear!”
“How come you didn’t go with her? Are you guys fighting?”
“She’s having a romantic weekend.”
“A romantic weekend?” Paolo asked, switching off the clipper. “With who?”
“Max.”
Paolo’s eyes widened in shock. “Max?! What is she, crazy? She hardly knows anything about this guy and she goes off alone with him?” Paolo jabbed a finger in Anthony’s chest. “And you let her! I bet this was your idea, wasn’t it? All part of your stupid, ‘Is he or isn’t he?’ scheme.”
“No! It wasn’t my idea! It was Paige’s,” Anthony explained, rubbing his chest.
“Stop being such a baby. I barely tapped you.”
“And she didn’t go alone with Max. Colleen, Rachel and Bianca went with her.”
“That’s a relief.”
Anthony looked at his brother suspiciously. “Why do you care who Paige spends the weekend with?”
“I don’t.”
“Then why did you flip out when you heard she’d gone away with Max?”
“I didn’t flip out.”
“Yes, you did,” Anthony stubbornly insisted.
“Unlike you, baby bro, I was once a straight high school boy and—”
“We still don’t know if he’s gay or straight!” Anthony interrupted.
“And I know how they think,” Paolo continued. “Especially when they’re around pretty girls like Paige.”
“You think Paige is pretty?”
“Am I blind?”
“I’ve just never heard you mention it.”
“Why would I?”
Anthony shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Paolo got up from the bed. “So, are we clear about tonight? I get the penthouse to myself and you get to keep your bouncing and behaving hair.”
“I’ll be gone by six. Is that early enough?”
“Perfect.”
Anthony watched as Paolo left his bedroom. A thought had popped into his mind, but it was so outrageous, so over the top, that he ignored it. For just a second, he had thought Paolo was jealous of Max being alone with Paige, but why would he feel that way? Paolo barely got along with Paige and was always bickering with her. It had to be his overactive imagination. Yes, that’s what it was. His overactive imagination. He wouldn’t even mention it to Paige. She’d just laugh at him.
“What do you mean it’s not working?” Colleen asked, joining Paige out on the deck where the hot tub was.
“Just what I said. When I turn it on, nothing happens.”
“Maybe you should call your father.”
“Good idea.”
Paige went to her room to get her cell phone. Ten minutes later, she was back in the kitchen, a frown on her face.
“Uh-oh,” Colleen said, looking up from the maple syrup she was pouring over her waffles. “You don’t look happy.”
“The hot tub isn’t working. It needs to be fixed.”
“Fixed? You mean it’s broken?”
“Yep.”
“Why didn’t your father tell you?”
“Why would he? He didn’t think I’d be using it. I’d also like to mention that he didn’t seem too thrilled that I wanted to use it.”
“No!”
“Yes.” Paige sat back down at the table and began nibbling on a sausage link.
“After all, I’m still his little girl. Soaking in the hot tub with my girlfriends is fine. But with a guy? I think he was remembering his bachelor days and the wild times he used to have. At least that was the vibe I was getting.”
“Maybe you should call Camille. She’d be thrilled.”
Paige took a sip of her orange juice. “You know who’s not going to be thrilled? Max. I promised him a weekend with a hot tub. Now the hot tub’s not working. He’s going to think I lured him out here under false pretenses.”
“I’m sure he’ll understand. Max doesn’t seem like the type to hold a grudge.”
“You think?”
Colleen shrugged. “We’ll have to wait and see.”
Max arrived in the sun room ten minutes later. After he had fixed himself a plate, Paige told him about the hot tub.
“It’s broken?” he said. “There’s no chance of fixing it?”
Paige couldn’t help but notice that he looked like a disappointed little boy on Christmas morning who didn’t find any presents under his tree.
“I’m really sorry. My dad didn’t think I’d be using it. That’s why he didn’t mention it wasn’t working.”
“Oh.”
And that was all Max said. He didn’t say anything else.
“I feel awful about this,” Paige apologized.
Max shrugged, pushing away his plate. “So what are we supposed to do with the rest of our time?”
He was mad. She could tell, but he was trying not to let it show. Paige didn’t understand people like that. If there was a problem, she liked getting things out in the open and discussing it.
“Once the twins are up, we’ll make a game plan,” Colleen said. “We’re going to have a blast this weekend!”
“I guess,” Max sighed, taking a sip of his orange juice.
Paige studied Max across the table. What was going on with him? Last night he’d shown zero interest in her. Yes, it had been a long drive, but had Max really been so tired that he needed to go to bed at ten o’clock?
Or had he not wanted to be alone with her?
Maybe he didn’t have romance on his mind the way she did. Maybe he had just been looking forward to a weekend in the Hamptons with four girls.
Hanging out with them in a hot tub, of course.
She could just imagine that story making the rounds in the boys’ locker room at Peppington Prep. If Max was straight, he’d instantly bond with the other guys. If he was gay—and pretending to be straight—well, telling all the other guys about his weekend would make them think he was one of them.
Max came out ahead either way.
But the hot tub was broken and the bottom line was that Max was disappointed.
How could she fix things?
She needed some outside assistance. When the twins finally arrived in the sun room, Paige slipped into the bathroom and called Anthony on her cell phone.
“How’s the weekend going?” Anthony asked.
“It’s not. If you look out your window, you can see it’s raining. It’s freezing up here and I’m wearing nothing but shapeless sweaters and jeans. So much for the teeny skirts and halter tops and bikinis that I had planned to wear. Oh, and the hot tub is broken.”
“Hmmm. This does present a challenge,” Anthony said. “How to show off the goods when the goods are heavily under wraps? What’s on the agenda for today?”
“Board games. DVDs. Maybe some baking.”
“Any card games?”
“Probably. Why?”
“You could always play strip poker.”
“I don’t know how to play poker. And even if I did, I wouldn’t!”
“Okay, what if you come out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel and then accidentally drop it.”
“So he can see me naked?! Absolutely not!”
“You’re not making this easy for me, Paige.”
“Come on, Anthony. Think! I know you can come up with something.”
“We need to get the two of you alone in a situation that appears innocent but has an undercurrent of sexual tension. But what?” There was silence at the other end of the line. “I’ve got it! It’s a little bit obvious but it could work, especially if he is straight. I can’t think of a straight guy not being flattered by this.”
“What? What?”
“You should accidentally walk into his bedroom in the middle of the night. Pretend you woke up for a glass of water and on the way back to your room, still half-asleep, you went through the wrong door.”
“And then?”
“Do I have to spell everything out for you?” Anthony huffed. “Isn’t it obvious? Fall into his bed! What else?”
Paige laughed. “I suppose it could work. But what’s it going to prove?”
“Paige, honey, trust in biology. If Max is straight and you fall into his bed, you’ll know if he’s interested or not. Especially if you extend the encounter. You know, act dazed and con, fused. Touch him. Press yourself against him. Don’t be so quick to jump out of his bed.”
“I guess it could work,” Paige reluctantly admitted.
“Trust me, it will. But one more piece of advice.”
“What?”
“This is very important, so listen carefully. Are you listening?”
“I’m listening!” Paige exclaimed, starting to get impatient. Anthony never got directly to the point. He always loved to drag things out, caught up in the drama of the moment.
“When you dress for this mission, make sure you’re wearing a baby doll nightie and not one of those oversized T-shirts that you love so much! And make sure you’re wearing some makeup. And—”
“Good-bye, Anthony!” Even though Anthony had given her a good idea, Paige now knew that he was being a wiseguy and yanking her chain. “I’ll call you tomorrow with the results.”
And with those final words, Paige disconnected a laughing Anthony.
When Paige returned to the sun room, she discovered that everyone had decided to play Monopoly. The breakfast dishes had been cleared away and the game board was open on the table. Max, who seemed to have gotten over his bad mood because he was laughing at something Bianca had said, was playing banker, dealing out money to everyone.
“How good are you at Monopoly, Paige?” Max asked.
“Pretty good,” Paige said, taking the seat across from him. “And you?”
“Oh, I’m lethal! Watch out, because by the end of the game you’re all going to be flat broke!”
“We’ll see about that,” Colleen said as she shuffled the Chance and Community Chest cards.
Four hours later the game was still going on and Max was winning.
“Eight, eight, eight,” Max chanted as Paige got ready to roll the dice.
“Stop that!” Paige scolded. “I don’t want to get an eight! If I do I’ll land on Park Place and you have two hotels on it.”
Max gave an evil Bart Simpson chuckle. “That’s right. And if you land on Park Place, you’re wiped out and I win the game!”
Bianca and Rachel, who had already gone broke, were in the living room listening to the latest Gwen Stefani CD and flipping through Vogue while Colleen, who was the third player to be eliminated, was in the kitchen making chocolate chip cookies. The scent of brown sugar and vanilla wafted into sun room.
“Mmmm. Don’t those smell good?” Paige said.
“Forget about the cookies and focus on the game,” Max snapped.
Whoa! Paige couldn’t believe Max’s abrupt tone. It was only a game! Yet Max played to win. Who would have thought he’d be so competitive? He’d been ruthless with everyone, buying up every piece of property he could get his hands on, putting up houses and hotels as soon as he could and refusing to make any sort of side deals.
Paige closed her eyes and threw the dice, hoping for a seven or less.
She opened her eyes.
She’d rolled two fours.
“Yes!” Max exclaimed, jumping out from his seat, hands thrown over his head in victory. “I win! I win! I win!”
Paige pushed away from the table. “You win.”
“Hey! Wait a minute! You have to move your shoe around the board. And then you have to give me your remaining cash.”
“Why? You won.”
“The game’s not over until you hand everything over to me.”
The way he said that was kind of sexy. Was he flirting? Or just reveling in his triumph?
Part of Paige wanted to refuse. She hated being told what to do. She’d been that way ever since she was a little girl. And Max was so smug! There was nothing she hated more than a sore winner.
Paige started counting out loud. When she landed on Park Place, Max rubbed his hands together like a greedy miser and then held out an open palm.
“Cold hard cash, please.”
Paige counted out the money she had left and placed it in Max’s hand. “Now is the game over?”
“Game over!” Max exclaimed, distributing Paige’s cash into his piles. “How about we play something else? Do you have Trivial Pursuit?”
The last thing Paige wanted to do was play another board game with Max. She took a quick peek out the window and saw it was still raining, even harder than it had the day before. Trapped! She smothered a sigh. The job of a good hostess was to keep her guests entertained. “I’ll go get it.”